Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  If he gave in this easily, she wouldn’t learn. “Not right now.” He stroked her thighs lightly, back and forth. “Let me see if I can make you salivate.”

  Her cheeks blazed fiery red; he could see it even in this dim light.

  “Part your legs.”

  A little jerk made her shoulder press into his arm. “Someone will see,” she hissed.

  “Maybe so. That’s not for you to worry about, baby.” He loved calling her baby. When she was all nervous like this, all shy and obedient, he felt unbelievably protective of her.

  But her resistance did get annoying. “Don’t make me punish you right here in public.”

  Her mouth dropped open in alarm. Her thighs stayed tightly clenched.

  He patted her leg and lowered his voice so the men at the nearby table wouldn’t hear. He didn’t care what they thought, but getting thrown out of the place would suck. “Open your legs. I want to play with that pretty pussy.”

  She gasped.

  “You know you want me to. I already felt how wet you are.” He traced light scratches on her thigh with his fingernails. “If you make a scene about it, I’ll have to do something worse than put my fingers in your cunt.” He almost wished she would. Maybe he’d pull her breast free of her skimpy top. Show the guys watching what they were missing.

  Her muscles relaxed, opening her thighs slightly.

  “Good, baby.” His fingers burrowed through the slick folds. “Here’s your reward.”

  Anyone looking at her face would guess exactly where his hand was. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed, her chest lifting with each deep breath. A sidelong glance found the men leaning closer, practically craning their necks to get a better view. His cock throbbed.

  He turned his head to make it harder for anyone but Kate to hear him. “I’m gonna keep my fingers in you all through dinner.”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed. “I won’t be able to eat a bite.”

  “I’ll feed you. You’ll eat exactly what I tell you, and no more.” He’d seen that trick in a kinky movie. If Kate gave him that level of trust, let him dictate exactly what to put in her mouth, he’d be thrilled. But for now…He speared her with two fingers and spread them wide, pushing the walls of her vagina open as far as he could. “Are you going to behave and let me feed you?”

  Her head moved in quick little nods.

  What would she do if she knew those men were watching? Their mouths practically hung open, as if they waited to see Kate climax right there in the restaurant.

  His fingers went on autopilot, dipping and stroking, gently pulling the lips of her pussy. Amazing how well he knew his way around her body after just one night. When he slid higher and squeezed her clit, she closed her eyes tight and gasped. Too hard? No, she spread her thighs wider, silently pleading for more. She opened so far, her knee tapped his.

  He held her clit delicately between his middle finger and thumb, then flicked his forefinger across the top.

  Kate whimpered and turned her face into his shoulder. He strummed her clit like a guitar string, wringing little shudders from her body. She pressed her face so hard against him, he might see an imprint of it when she let go.

  He smirked at the nearby businessmen. They pretended not to look, but weren’t doing a good job of it.

  When tinkling glasses signaled the return of their waiter, she jerked her head away and tried to close her legs. Jake pinched her clit in warning and stared hard into her worried face. Her mouth opened, her chest lifted with shallow pants, and sweat beaded on her upper lip. But she didn’t protest the tight hold he had on her most intimate parts.

  The waiter set the glasses down without a word, keeping his eyes carefully averted. The tension at the table must be obvious.

  As soon as the guy turned away, Jake freed her clit and gave her pussy a little open-handed pat. “That’s my good girl. Don’t think about anyone else. They don’t matter. You only have to worry about pleasing me tonight.”

  She made a tiny noise. Of distress? “I’ll try.”

  That was more than he had any right to ask. But selfish bastard that he was, he wanted more. He wanted total, complete trust—total surrender. And he wanted her to get off on this as much as he did.

  Time to give her a little pleasure to go with the pain. He wriggled one finger between her folds, resting the tip on the opening of her hole. “You have no idea what it does to me, touching you like this in public.”

  She made no protest, merely closed her eyes in surrender.

  He stroked her with gentle, idle little circles, weaving his way around her clit, careful not to exert too much pressure. With such an uneven rhythm, she wouldn’t be able to climax.

  She squirmed a little, lifted, trying to press her clit against his fingertips.

  He nuzzled her ear. “You wanna come, baby?”

  “Yes.” The word was low, half-strangled.

  His grin felt like it would split his face. He scraped a nail over her clit again, then slid his finger inside and curled it against the wall of her vagina. “Right here in public?”

  Her face was gorgeous, twisted in torment and frustrated pleasure. “Please,” she panted.

  “Even though the men across the room are watching?”

  Her eyes opened wide, and this time her gasp sounded like one of horror. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her.

  “Stop it, Kate.” He let go of her pussy and gripped the side of her thigh in warning. He must be leaving bruises, or near enough. But damn it, there was no way he’d let her put the brakes on now.

  She let go, but her eyes glistened with tears. “Please, Jake. Don’t humiliate me like this.”

  He frowned. This should be a little embarrassing, not humiliating. “Is it humiliating that I get you hot, Kate?”

  She blinked rapidly a few times. “In public…yes.”

  “You don’t find it exciting?” He held his breath, waiting for her reply.

  “I’m…I’m ashamed to have strangers see me like this.”

  At least she was being honest with him. That showed a measure of trust. He relaxed his grip on her leg and nuzzled the side of her head, where the soft fringes of her hair stroked his lips. “Do you know what they’re thinking, Kate? They’re not thinking you’re a tramp. They’re thinking that you’re sexier than all hell. And you are.”

  He stroked her thigh lightly, barely enough to tickle her sensitive skin. “Who cares what they think? This is about you and me. About you wanting to please me even if it embarrasses you.”

  When she looked up at him, her eyes teary and luminous, he felt like the only man in the world. “I do want to please you.”

  “Then forget about everyone but me.”

  Her eyes were fathomless, staring into his like she wanted to read his mind. “I don’t know if I can forget them. But I’ll try.” Her eyelids dropped, and she licked her lips. “For you, Jake.”

  Such a sweet response deserved a reward. He’d make her come soon, right here in his hand. Starting slowly, he stroked through her pussy hair again. “Close your eyes. Concentrate on how I’m touching you.”

  Obediently, she closed her eyes and dropped her head to his shoulder. The image of a submissive lover.

  He let his fingers roam, teasing and toying with her clit. Another sidelong glance showed the men had half-turned in their seats to get a better view. They were probably sporting hard-ons firm enough to break bricks. His own cock throbbed at the thought. For fun, he gave Kate’s clit a little twist that made her jerk and moan softly.

  The dark-haired guy’s eyes met his. Jake didn’t look away. No, he buried his fingers deeper in the glorious wet heat of Kate’s pussy. Only after the other man grabbed his water glass and drank hard did Jake look away, bending to whisper in Kate’s ear. “I want to put you on my lap and fuck you right here. I love having an audience.”

  She whimpered, but her hips kept jogging on her chair, pressing herself into his fingers. He licked her ea
rlobe and moved his fingers further away, teasing her clit with only one stroke in a dozen. It wasn’t time for her to come yet. He wanted her so primed, so obedient, that she came exactly when he told her to.

  Despite her earlier protests, the movements of her hips, the fluid smearing his fingers, and the dampness on her brow showed that having an audience got her hot. “They both want their hands in your pussy, Kate. They’re practically drooling over you.”

  Against his shoulder, he felt her throat move when she swallowed. “Do you enjoy that?”

  Thinking of his pleasure, even with his fingers deep inside her? That was a good sign. He kissed her on the forehead. “You bet I do.”

  A little moan escaped her throat—loud enough for the men to hear. Had she done it on purpose? “Good, that’s real good. Show them how desperate I make you.”

  She whimpered and pressed her face further into his shoulder. How amazing was it that she’d let him finger-fuck her in public, in the most expensive restaurant he’d ever been in, just because it made him hot? Hell, it made her hot, too.

  He thrust two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, louder this time, and clenched down on his intruding flesh. Damn, he wanted to fuck her.

  With his free hand, he fumbled under the table for her hand and laid it in his lap. “Play with my cock.”

  Her fingers squeezed him through the fabric of his pants. Maybe later he’d make her open his pants and jerk him off. If she was good.

  And for now, she was very good. Her hand was magic, gripping him hard, tugging his cockhead just the way he liked it.

  When the smell of hot food wafted through the air, signaling the return of their waiter, she yanked her hand off of his cock. But a threatening pinch of her clit told her not to do more. And she obeyed, keeping her legs spread even though she opened her eyes and sat up straight—as though he wasn’t rolling her clit between his fingertips under the table.

  Her lips were parted, moving as she panted for breath, but he didn’t give a damn.

  “Pepper on your salad, ma’am?”

  She looked up at Jake, a tentative gesture of trust that made his chest swell.

  He released her clit from the vise of his fingers and dipped lower, gathering wetness to smear over the hard little bud he’d been abusing. “You can answer him.”

  Her cheeks blazed, and she didn’t look up from her plate. “No, thank you.”

  If the waiter was puzzled by Kate asking Jake’s permission to answer him, Jake didn’t notice. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her face, glistening with a thin film of sweat, her lipstick all but gone from the way she’d been biting her lips.

  It seemed like it took forever for the waiter to leave. When they were alone with their horny audience of two, Jake put her hand back on his dick. “I didn’t tell you to stop touching me, Kate.”

  She licked her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’ll punish you later.” Not too much later, though—he already had an idea for it.

  She obediently squeezed his hardness, but her flaring nostrils and the way her eyes stayed on her food told him she was hungry.

  His right hand was buried in her pussy, but he couldn’t eat left-handed. When his fingers withdrew she looked up at him, her face a picture of pure surprise—and maybe a little disappointment.

  He switched hands quickly, fondling her a little awkwardly with his left hand, but still effectively enough to make her whimper and spread her legs a wider. With his right hand, he took his fork and speared a shrimp from her salad, then lifted it to her mouth.

  Her lips parted like a baby bird’s, closing over the fork in total trust. After waiting for her to swallow, he said, “Take a sip of water now.”

  When she reached for the glass, her hand shook. But she obediently lifted it and took a sip, her eyes burning into his. “Thank you.”

  “That’s one.” He glanced at the shallow bowl in front of her. A dozen or so large shrimp steamed on top of a heaping bed of romaine, shreds of parmesan cheese melting against them. “I’ll feed you eight shrimp, Kate. Exactly eight shrimp, and all the lettuce you want.”

  She bit her lip. Thinking of a protest? Between her legs, he bent one finger and pressed the knuckle against her clit.

  Her hips bucked. “Yes.”

  Feeding her like this was awkward, but worth it. She didn’t murmur a protest as he speared lettuce and shrimp into her mouth, keeping the other hand busy between her legs. Her own hand tugged feverishly at his cock through his chinos, pressing the zipper against him until he ached for a good, strong hand job.

  He took bites of his fish in between feeding her, but didn’t taste a thing. His focus was on the heat of her cunt in his hand, the scent of her arousal perfuming the fingers that held the fork. Every time she took a trusting bite from his hand, he wanted to pound his chest like Tarzan.

  Shit, he’d lost count of the shrimp. Must be close to eight by now. Besides, he was bored with feeding her. He put down the fork and took her hand off of his cock. The guys at the next table were lingering over coffee, any pretense at conversation abandoned, their eyes glued to Kate.

  “Time for your punishment.”

  When she took a deep breath and held it, her breasts lifted, displaying her cleavage. “All right.”

  Was she bracing herself for another clit pinch? He rubbed it back and forth with the tip of one finger, just to keep her guessing.

  “Pull your shirt down. Show your naked breast to the guys at the next table.”

  Her mouth gaped open. Would she dare to refuse?

  He stopped rubbing her pussy, fingers braced against her threateningly. “Do it. Don’t give me any lip. You know you’ll lose.”

  When her fingers lifted to the top of her shirt, they were shaking. Brave girl. She closed her eyes and tugged down the lacey trim at the top of her shirt, until the edge of her areola peeked out. More than he’d ever imagined she’d show.

  Pride made him smile. He pressed a finger inside her, going deep enough to feel the blunt edge of her cervix. “I guess that’s enough. For now.”

  Her gaze met his, glinting with green fire. A challenge?

  Suddenly she pulled down her top until her entire breast was exposed. As he watched, spellbound, one of her perfectly manicured nails flicked the nipple back and forth. He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d danced naked on the table.

  “Let me suck your cock, Jake. Right here.”

  Chapter Ten

  She felt like another woman, a doppelganger, a nymphomaniac had taken control of her body. She sat here in a public restaurant, proudly tweaking her own nipple to aching hardness, while the two businessmen at the next table gaped at them like clients at a peep show.

  And she wasn’t even blushing. Not much.

  The shocked look on Jake’s face was worth it. Did he think he had all the power in this domination scenario? Hah. At her invitation to suck him, he looked like he’d been struck dumb. His fingers froze to a dead stop between her thighs, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her bared breast.

  Under the cover of the tablecloth, she tugged at the top of his cock. Batting her eyelashes, she tried to whisper demurely. “Wouldn’t it please you to have me suck your cock while those men watch?”

  His throat moved with a visible swallow. “Not right now.”

  Still pretending he was in control? That was OK by her. He could pretend as much as he wanted, as long as she got to climax. Preferably without being arrested. Public fondling was a little beyond her comfort zone—just far enough to get her really excited. And she wanted him just as hot. Just as needy.

  She licked her lips and toyed with her water glass, tracing her fingertip slowly up the stem. “May I take a drink?”

  He nodded.

  When she lifted the glass to her lips, she deliberately licked along the rim. His chest moved up and down against her arm as his breath came in deep, almost audible gasps.

  Her sex was throbbing and soaking wet in his palm. Damn it, move
your fingers.

  She bounced a little, jiggling her breast and pushing her privates further into his hand. He blinked and started strumming her rhythmically. Oh, yes. Amazing how easily he found her sweet spot. In another minute she’d climax, audience or not. The cool air of the restaurant on her breast, the scratching pain of her fingernail on her nipple, the teasing rub of his fingers on her aching clit…she’d come in a minute.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  The words were a threat. She bit her lip hard. If she climaxed too soon, he’d win. He’d prove how much he controlled her.

  “Not yet,” he repeated, more sternly.

  His fingers felt like a brand, fiery hot and focusing all sensation to a burning point of need.

  She whimpered, then gave a little moan. Putting on a show for him, for their audience. It felt good to let the noise out. Jake’s massive shoulders blocked most of her view, but she knew they were there, watching. Watching her turn into a ravening, sex crazed submissive for the handsome man beside her. She thrust her breast out further, making sure they could see it around Jake’s torso.

  A wicked tongue snaked along the outer edge of her ear, his breath raising goose bumps. “Maybe I’ll invite those guys over,” he whispered. “Let them run their hands all over you.”

  No way. One thing she knew about Jake Monroe—he didn’t share his toys. She was certain of it. Even so, the fantasy drove her excitement to a fever pitch. She pictured the scene…Jake would wave his free hand, urging the men over. They’d slide chairs close to sit on her other side, greedy eyes devouring her near nakedness. Maybe they’d shove the table out of the way to make room to sit in front of her. One of them would push her hand off her chest, pull both breasts free of her camisole, strum his thumbs over her nipples…lower his head to suck hard on one…use his tongue to rub the aching point against the sharp edge of his teeth. She pulled it hard between her fingers, imagining.

  “You’d do it if I told you to. You’d sit here and take another man’s finger in your cunt.” He thrust a finger deep into her body, as if picturing it himself. “If I wanted you to, you’d beg him for it.”

  Her mouth went dry. Even if it was just a fantasy, the image set her heart racing. Three men touching her, stroking her, desiring her.